Special Delivery

He had already noticed that today was hot; like summer vacation hot, early on this bright June morning. He was dutifully outside checking his newly planted fruits and vegetables, making sure they were watered and unscathed. He returned inside the house, grateful for the tranquility of his home, but also longing for something else. No wonder that when he heard the hum of the mail carrier that he felt a small pick me up. He grabbed his keys and went to the front door. The carrier was just leaving his neighbor's when he caught a glimpse of the new female worker. She wore an orange sherbet colored t-shirt that snuggled her torso, interesting for such hot weather. A petite tattoo of something poetic and profound adorned her slender shoulder, and the thin waistband of her soft pink cotton panties were clearly visible as she stopped in front of his home. He was caught off guard, intrigued, and kind of aroused instantly.

Still essentially in sleep wear, he donned a loose-fitting t-shirt from some previously awesome event and wore comfortable athletic shorts, commando style. Perhaps she noticed that unintended invitation, because she seemed to stare as she came to a squealing stop and fumbled for his mail. Surely, the heat did not help her focus. It was so bright that even inside the truck, she still squinted as she gazed and took in the handsome and fit young man with a charming smile. She liked him instantly, and felt that satisfying wave of “mhmmm” well up inside.

“Good afternoon”, he greeted pleasantly.

 “Hey baby!” she replied unwittingly, in a sort of warm sultry southern accent.

Startled, she couldn't believe that she had just called a complete stranger and customer "baby", but he definitely fit the description, and his smile grew even more dashing in thanks.

Trying to recollect herself, she looked briefly through the mail and apologetically stated, “I ain't got no mail for you today 'baby'.”

She had done it again... And while she averted her eyes down, she noticed, he was dangling to the right and blushed. OMG, she thought...

Sensing the energy, he wanted to set her at ease and honor her.  She was young, attractive, hard-working, and sweet; a PYT indeed.  He not only acknowledged her blushing, but gracefully accepted and encouraged her eyes' invitation with a returned show of interest and transparency.  Unconsciously, he swelled with pride, and it was now even more evident that he indeed was commando this delightful summer afternoon.

“That's ok. Thank you for looking. Are you as hot as you look? I mean, would you like a drink? You look like you'd love something wet right now; we both could.”  Whether the innuendo was intentional or Freudian, he did not know, but they both knew what he meant...

 His voice had an underlying masculine tone to it, very confident and reassuring; it resonated well within her. She really liked him. She smiled and studied him more closely now. He had kind eyes, a clear round face, and immaculate teeth. Just over his strong shoulders, his yard stood out as the best kept and manicured on the block. His grass was truly greener on this other side...

 She softly bit her lip as she bit the hook, looked intently at him, and simply replied, “How?”

His mind sprang to work like a jungle cat, powerfully maneuvering towards its prey. He said, “I'll open the garage. You park your truck inside. We go in, and I will oblige and provide whatever you want. Like a Siren, you captivate me; and I am at your service. Does this please you, 'My Queen'?”

His eyes now sparkled with passion and ardor, lust and romance, pleasure and true devotion.

“Yeah baby,” she knowingly whispered, as she closed her eyes in anticipation.

That feeling, that satisfying wave of “mhmmm” from before was now an rolling ocean... swelling and crashing, flowing powerfully, like the warm Caribbean tide.

He walked purposefully with erect and strong posture, firmly poked the keypad beside the garage door, and it opened for him with a smooth and steady motion. She backed up her truck and entered his abode with amorous expectation. She tingled with excitement as he sweetly held her hand, helping her out of the vehicle, and walked with her inside.

II

The cool air inside the home was only made sweeter by the faint sweetness also gently wafting along. He motioned towards the large comfy sofa, and turned on some music, which played the most relaxing melody she had ever heard, but could never describe. She sat back, rubbed her fingers through her hair and eagerly awaited the deliciousness arriving at any time. He delicately removed her shoes and socks, and then gently massaged her calves and feet. She closed her eyes enraptured in the moment of pampering. After a few minutes, he tenderly kissed her cheek, lovingly looked into her eyes, held up one finger, and walked to the kitchen.

“Mango or strawberry?” he chimed.

“Mango” was the reply.

 He returned carrying two glasses of mango lemonade with the right amount of crisp and refreshing white wine mixed in. She, already caught up in the perfection of such attentive care, took one of the two glasses, and they clinked one another's rims with an unspoken toast to their impromptu slice of paradise.

The music, sensing the moment, changed to an island feel. The cold fruity cocktail quenched the remnants of the early summer heat, and her gentleman host put down his glass and returned to his business. His strong hands resumed working on her welcoming feet, thankful calves, and then ventured up her legs, to cast their spell above the knees. The energy in his fingertips was electrifying and caused her to tremble and writhe.  She sank ever deeper into the exquisite sensation of his care. As his firm grasp cupped her thighs, his gentle lips, still wet from his last sip, caressed the side of her neck, like a romantic rose petal bath. The sensual moan which escaped her lips was as much physical as it was spiritual; this was true devotion indeed.  "I can get used to this," she added, already ravished.

Rounding her hips and beneath her shirt, his hands now conquered the small of her back. The strength and heat from his hands fulfilled her in ways she had not known possible. She understood now, the true meaning of bliss.

She felt the tip of his nose tease her ear, and his warm breath flowed inside of her, making the back of her neck zing with delight. As his fingers intricately climbed the muscles flanking her spine, she arched her back in pure ecstasy. It was then that he kissed her. Oh, the timing of that kiss! How passionate and pleasurable! How igniting and exciting! His lips were firm yet plush, and though her eyes were closed, she envisioned wondrous scenes of passionate and intimate love making, in various positions, places, and extremes; she had to have him and now.

“Lay down,” she gasped, nearly out of breath with desire. His eyes blazed with delight at hearing her commands. 'Undress me.' She didn't have to say it; he had already understood, unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, and had begun pulling them down. As he slid them down she removed her shirt and he reciprocated by showing off a muscular chest and nicely defined abs. He stood so that she could remove his shorts and could take it all in and complete her arousal. She was very satisfied and would indeed, soon be, in every sense of the word.

III

Having earlier realized this moment was soon coming, he had grabbed a condom. He patted the right pocket of his shorts on their way down. She was hit in the cheek when waistband passed his manhood.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed.

He smiled, knowing that she was pleased.

They were on the same wavelength. She took the condom and rolled it on with her lips, while looking lustily into his lovely eyes. They were ready.

“I said lay down”, she emphatically declared, grabbing his hips and spinning him towards the couch. She stood as he obediently spread out upon the spacious cushions. Removing her bra, shorts, and panties, she gave him a full view and slow turn.  She noticed his body arch in anticipation. He liked what he saw and both heads nodded in intense approval.

"Got damn!  You sexy!"he whispered as he gave her the eye.

It was on now...

When she lowered herself upon him, she felt that familiar surge of heat emanate inside her abdomen and radiate powerfully, all the way from the tips of her toes to her tingling scalp; her body shook from the sensation. Placing one hand upon his washboard stomach and the other upon his tight thighs, she began to grind, undulating like a buoy on rough seas. Synchronously they rolled and rocked, gasped and clinched, harmoniously together, as all of their being gave way to scintillating nirvana. His natural curvature and ridge stimulated that special place so many wish to find, but seldom do...  And he absolutely hit it; bullseye! With each, and every, powerful, mesmerizing stroke he graced her g-spot... He had a golden touch that only King Midas could understand. She felt on the verge of reality,  as she was seconds away from sexual jackpot.

When her numbers lined up, the joy, exhilaration, and release in that moment was immense, energizing, and gratifying... reverberating through her limbs and lips; she now knew what the 'Big O' really felt like. She looked down at her new friend and realized that they were both utterly satiated. 

“God damn!” she exclaimed.

 Finally able to breathe again, as she lowered her body to lay prone against his.

“Anytime, anything, for you baby,” he barely whispered, tingling her spine again with his voice and breath.

IV

They stroked each others' hair, face, neck, and skin contentedly, before finishing their lemonade and then got dressed. Strength returned to her legs, and she visited the restroom to restore herself, exhaling a deep sigh of relief and serenity at the glorious moment which had just occurred. When she opened the door, he was sitting down awaiting her.

“I have to go now.”

“I know,” was his bittersweet and reluctant reply and sympathetic nod.

She came towards him, and he arose to hug her.  She again felt his strength and sincerity. With hands gliding down her back, to her buttocks, settling around her hips, he kissed her again sweetly and delicately, mouthing 'Good bye'. He opened the door for her and pressed the button to open the outer garage door. The Sun quickly and jealously burst in as did the summer air, with its heat and scent of freshly cut grass and honeysuckle.  When she sat down, she heard a crinkle and felt something underneath her. She shifted to one side and found a small note which read, "Don't open until you miss me. ;-)"  She looked up, held it high, so he could see it, smiled, and waved to him in thanks. He courteously bowed in response and gestured with his hand, as though he were tipping an imaginary hat.

Backing out of the garage, she blew him a kiss as she drove off to resume her route.  She sensually trembled again.  She was baffled about her time with the kind young man who she had just given herself to.  Never had anyone experienced a better love at first sight encounter than she did today, and she was just minutes later, already reminiscing of an experience she would cherish for the rest of her life.

At the stop sign, leaving the subdivision ,she read his note:

Today, in just one moment,

We shared our souls a new.

Today, if just one instant,

There was just one not two.

I loved you when I saw you;

And vow to treat you right.

I hope that soon you'll come back here,

When you get off tonight.

Let's start something beautiful together...

Signed,

Russell Parker Jr. III

She sighed sweetly. Five o'clock never seemed so far away...

THE END